Page 29 of Into the Blue
It’s too much speculating. I fucking hate speculating almost as much as I hate gambling. I wanted the facts and figures. If I can’t see it for myself, plain and simple, then I’d come to my own resolution about it. Those resolutions were hardly preferable for the other person involved.Elimination was as simple as it came.
I barely know Diamond—aside from what Redd was able to uncover, which was a fuck ton. You could tell a lot about someone from what the government knows and paperwork. Hell, her social media is revealing, but not in the ways I want to know.
Ever since I paid for her in that private room, she’s been on my mind. I haven’t been able to get her off of it. Fighting it is dumb at this point. Once I can figure out why this woman has my attention, then I can let my fascination go and get back to the money.
“A guy started harassing me. I didn’t feel safe, so I came home but—” She abruptly stops, glancing toward the door again and then back at me.
She starts gathering her braids into a ponytail behind her head, swirling it around putting it into a bun or something. The long column of her neck is exposed. With her hair up now, the line of cleavage that was hidden before is visible. The swell of her tits are obvious in a way that makes my hand twitch to grab them and feel them again. She notices mewatching her slide a hand under the fabric to just above them. It’s not to cover her nipples but rather points out that she isn’t wearing anything under the robe, when the fabric slides down her shoulder. A shoulder I’d like to kiss and nip when she slides on my dick, saying my name—
She never finished her sentence and the rational part of my brain recognizes that.
It was clearly a diversion tactic.
Goddamn, this woman. I take mygood girlback.
I grab her chin and force her eyes to mine. “But what?”
There’s an emotion I can’t read in her eyes when she spits out, “But he followed me home. He left just before you came over.”
I already knew this. I had my suspicions, but to know that he was here and she didn’t want him to be—makes my blood boil. A new fury takes over me as his painful death doesn’t feel painful enough. He had to go for touching what’s mine. But he upset her, made her feel unsafe in her own home.
Not my Diamond.
“What’d he do?” I grit out through my teeth.
Her gaze meets mine and I force myself to wait for her answer. There is an uncertainty there that I don’t like.
I’m not like that slimy fuck who just left this plane of existence. I’m not a good man. My morals are skewed heavily toward the money and keeping my people good. But I don’t want her to be afraid of me.
I can’t have that.
I release her face and take a step back. She breathes more easily as my rage tempers to something far less cloying in the small space. I take several steps back until I’m sitting on the back of her couch. Taking my jacket off, I lay it on the couch next to me.
Finally, her posture returns to something that resembles the same confidence she shows at Off Topz.
“The man, Jimmy, he’s a Faye. I think word might have gotten out about me—”
“Why didn’t you call me?”
Her delicate brows tip downward as she looks me up and down. “Is that something I was supposed to do?”
“Yea! She has me on the phone already,” a voice says into the room, but I don’t know where.
She blinks and then looks down at her phone. “Shit. Sorry, Lee, I’m gonna call you back.”
“But it’s getting good! I still—” Diamond ends the call and looks back up at me.
“My friend back home was on the phone while he was here. She was ready to call the police if necessary.”
“You think pigs could’ve saved you?”
“Who else would?” She asks with a raised brow and her hands on her hips.
I don’t know what possesses me to say these next words. I can’t take them back even though what they imply is a pale comparison to how I feel. “I’m here, ain’t I?”
Maybe I expected relief or some gratitude from her, instead she crosses her arms, pushing her tits up and exposing more of her neck. “So what? I don’t even have your number or ever see you outside of the club. Why would I rely on you?”
Standing from the couch, each step takes me closer and closer to the woman who has infiltrated my thoughts and caused me to take two lives today. I keep walking her backward until her back is pressed firmly against the wall. Her hands are on my chest, trying feebly to keep any space at all between us.
